Quote #11
Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow, Emblems right meet of decency does yield.
More from William Shenstone
- For seldom shall she hear a tale So sad, so tender, and so true.
- My banks they are furnish'd with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep.
- A little bench of heedless bishops here, And there a chancellor in embryo.
- I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed.
- Some men are called sagacious, merely on account of their avarice: whereas a child can clench its fist the moment it is born.
- So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return.
- Zealous men are ever displaying to you the strength of their belief, while judicious men are shewing you the grounds of it.
- Love is a pleasing but a various clime.